The Arcadian shore and the boat
The background, the bay, the distant sailboat, and the line of hills meeting the sky
A calm bay with a single sailboat and a low line of hills sets the scene in an idealized, sun-struck nowhere, the calm and luxury of Baudelaire’s refrain turned into a place. The landscape is a generalized golden-age coast (an Arcadia, the ancient poets’ name for an imagined pastoral paradise), not a topographic view of Saint-Tropez.